The Rhythm Of Life

I couldn’t decide if the lady in front of me was a professional body builder or if she had once been a “he.” Nor could I find a courteous way to let them know that I don’t care what their gender is or their sexual orientation but was curious anyway.

We were seated inside a coffee shop on Ventura Boulevard. She was wearing a dress, had long black hair, bright red lipstick and was wearing a pair of Ray-Bans. Over to the right I listened to some guy try to impress the girl he walked in with and laughed at the ridiculous things he said.

I probably shouldn’t have laughed because I have been known to tell a tale or two myself.

He reminded me a bit of a peacock and I might have muttered something about how Marlon Perkins should have been there next to me.

Every city and every home has its own rhythm of life but the Valley is the one that I know best. I remember the old Galleria and evenÂ if I didn’t all I would have to do is turn on Fast Times At Ridgemont High, Commando or a million other movies and they would transport me back in time.

I was a teenager when Valley Girl became a hit. I remember some of my cousins calling me to ask if I knew that “Encino” was famous. I thought it was kind of cool but it didn’t make much of a difference in my life until I was in college and even then it was relatively minor.

Can’t say that I remember too many of the girls speaking like Moon Unit does in the song, but there are definite elements of “truth” in it.

Now I look back at it and wonder if my children will try to tease me about it in the same way that my sisters and I used to tease our parents about their old yearbook pictures.

Maybe they’ll watch those John Hughes films that we never get tired of and roll their eyes.

Sunrise, Sunset

I don’t feel old nor do I think of myself as being anything but that guy I was between 19-25. It is true right, that reflection in the mirror isn’t quite right but that is only because I am looking at one of those wacky funhouse mirrors.

And these children of mine can’t really be this big already.Â Every time I go watch them play soccer or basketball I marvel over how big they have gotten. And when they challenge me to a race or wrestling match I always take them up on it.

Dad has a serious competitive streak and he doesn’t like to lose, but one day they will be faster.

That moment fills me with hope, pride and dread. I want them to be better in every way but I am not nearly old enough to be ready to concede the athletic side of the fence to them. I accept that I can’t do what I did at 20 but I refuse to let go of the rest. Not now, not yet.

That Couple

I am still drinking my iced mocha. It is 183 degrees in the shade so I am nursing this sucker. The mystery lady in front of me keeps shifting in her seat and I keep looking around the place to see who else is in there with us.

There is a guy behind me that is talking far too loudly on his cellphone. I am not interested in listening to his conversation so I turn around and make eye contact with him.

Initially he glares at me but I don’t stop staring and he looks away first. A small smirk washes across my lips and I think of Marlon Perkins talking about the fight to be the alpha male.

There is an older guy standing at the front door. He dressed in charcoal slacks, dress shoes and a button down shirt. Salt and pepper hair help to camouflage the glasses propped on his head.

I wonder why who he is waiting for and why he is dressed up. It may not be summer but it sure feels like it. A woman walks in and I can tell that she is looking for someone.

She wanders over to the man and I can see her say something to him and I realize they are on a blind date. She is not dressed up like he is but it is clear she spent time perfecting her look.

They wander over to order drinks and he lets her walk in front of him. I watch his eyes roll up and down her body and he smiles. It took just a moment for him to decide that he is happy.

She finishes ordering her drink and steps aside so that he can order his.Â Now the roles are reversed and she is the one checking him out. I don’t see her react one way or another. She is a better poker player than he is.

While they wait for their order to be filled they stand in front of my table exchanging small talk. I watch and listen, their proximity to my table not providing many choices in the matter.

Their drinks are ready and they walk away. Moments later I finish mine and walk out the back door.

Comments

Hi Jack, Nice to be back here… I have been sluggish at best in the blog world lately. This is reminiscent of something I was writing on the blog recently about TMI … This is an enjoyable read … mostly I think because it feels so close to home… I am definitely a people watcher.

Thank you. It is fun trying to come up with the back story for the people we see. Sometimes I’ll go say hi to them just to see what their voice sounds like and to try to get a sense of whether my impression is close to reality or not.

Great! There’s nothing more fun for me as a writer, than to observe people and try to figure out their stories. You did a great job of detailing your observations here. And I’ve gotta say I wanted to applaud when you gave the guy talking too loud on his cell phone “the eye.”

People watching is a wonderful source of fodder for stories or so I think. It is just a lot of fun. As for people who talk too loudly on their cellphones, well I am not real good at hiding my disgust with them.

Great post. People-watching occupies a lot of my time, and I can think of no better way to pass a long journey or a waiting period. I felt I could have been there, watching them at the same time. Do people on blind dates buy their own drinks? It’s a long time since I went on one.

I don’t know what the current protocol is regarding blind dates. I know in this case they definitely purchased their own.They were fun to watch. I figured that they were around 10 years old than myself, give or take a few years either way.

It reinforced my belief that some things never change regardless of age.

I looooove people watching! And I just recently had an experience of having to decipher if i was seeing a man or a woman. Luckily I figured out that he was a cross dresser before he introduced himself. I just didn’t want to stare while I tried to figure it out. It’s not that we have an opinion, but we need to have things make sense.

I don’t remember “valley girl”, but the video was awesome (it’s the first time I’ve seen the video and heard the song).

What I do remember, is how it’s like to think about your kids growing up and just waiting for them to be stronger and faster. It’s going to be a while, that’s for sure, but on the other hand, it will happen. Like me and my dad, I am way faster than he is now, but I’m still not stronger, and he’s 71 years old. That’s the rythm of like 🙂

It’s funny you mentioned “Valley Girl,” because most people I knew way back when loved the stupid movie (You know, the one with Nicolas Cage?) but the Moon Unit song was okay too. I actually liked that stupid movie too, really … really.

When I was a teenager (or early 20-something) in Maryland, I often wondered if girls in the valley really talked like the unit. I did want to find out but never made it to Cali. Somehow I ended up in the Evergreen State though, but I arrived just in time for Grunge thank God.

Fer Sure, fer sure!

About the mystery lady. Well, very, very interesting and good for you â€¦ staring down that cocky peacock.

Ah, the rhythm of life. Well, my friend. What a gift you have for bringing such life to the mundane. Actually made me wish I was there watching these weirdos. Now it’s time to hit an L.A. dive bar 😉

Hi Jack,
Wow!!! This was fabulous. I felt as though I was sitting there next to you observing it all first hand. What a gift to be able to communicate that sense with your words. I loved each character from the woman/man in red lipstick to the couple on the blind date. Well done Jack. You are a talented man!
Claudia

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